The Shadows Of The Hills

the shadows of the hills
cast themselves upon the body of the running rivers

they hope to run with them
they wish to escape to the boundless sea

the hills are unmoved
they are all silent and numb

the sun comes angrily at noon and
then decides to annihilate the unwanted

someone so fat and ugly under the tree shows
with all glee about the death of the hills' shadows

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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